A/N: So I've kinda lost interest in doing this. It's a lot more work than a normal story, cause I have to transcribe what they say which takes a good 1 to 1.5 hours to do. Plus, I've got this story that I've been planning out and stuff that I really want to write. So this piece is on a temporary hiatus. If I get a few more reviews then maybe I could be motivated to continue it however!

Brooke's Point of View
"If we work on him together, he could see that people change."

My mom just takes a look at me, then gives me a little smile before putting her arm around my neck. We were driving to the mall, to spend time shopping, and I'd very delicately tried to bring up the subject of mom and dad getting back together.

Mom didn't answer with a yes, but she did give me that smile that said, 'I'd love to but I can't say it.'

So now it could be just like how I'd always dreamed. Mom could come back, and we'd be a family again. I would be happy.

Mom took my hand, and we drove in a comfortable silence for awhile. I then remembered the phone number that Sam had given me earlier, to give to Dad.

I pulled out and fingered the small yellow sheet. I know before I had been so gung-ho to get Dad and Jane back together. And I mean, that would still be a good thing. I liked Jane, Dad loved Jane, I even liked Sam!

But this was my Mom! My dad's first love yea, but my mom! I couldn't just let her walk away. It wouldn't be fair to me. I knew that having my Mom back would make me happy. Jane could make me happy, but more in a 'filler' role. I want the real thing damn it, I deserve it. My Dad would be happy with Kelly.

So I was wrong before. I slowly lifted the paper to the window, suddenly not feeling comfortable with this. Was this really the right thing to do?

Sam would be gone. No longer forced to be apart of my life. She could return to her happy existence, no need to baby me. She would thank me for this. I needed space to sort out all the feeling and emotions over Sam. This flip-flop from hating her to thinking of her as a friend… a sister.

I let go of the paper. It fluttered away, gone. It was done. Happiness awaited.

And yet a dark feeling descended upon me.

"Well this is just great. When did Grace Kelly decide she wanted to move here?" Sam asked, quite angrily, perhaps rightfully.

But still, she couldn't go after Mom like that. "Last night we talked about it and don't slam my mother, I'm always respectful of yours." I was kinda pleading with her. But I wasn't pleading over what I said here, I was pleading with her to forgive me.

Sam immediately looked contrite. "Your right I'm sorry, look I just I thought we agreed to have your dad call my mom last night."

I immediately looked down. I couldn't look at her and lie to her face. Not to Sam. "He didn't call?"

"No how could he, you didn't give him the number, did you?" Her tone was accusatory, full of hurt, and it cut into me to know that I'd done that to her.

"Oh ok I forgot to give it to him." My tone was indignant to begin, surprising myself. What right did I have to be annoyed? I immediately became contrite again.

Sam of course, immediately started freaking out. "This is, this is about the sink, isn't it? I mean you always hated sharing the sink."
I cut her off. "Sam, it's not about the sink." I let out a sigh. Time to lay it on a bit here. "I liked having you around, I always wanted a sister, and even though I fought it, I got one." I said it with all the warmth and care I could, trying to make her understand.

That seemed to give pause to Sam, and then suddenly I saw her deflate before my very eyes. "I caused this Brooke. Do you have any idea what it's like to lie in bed at night and hear your mom crying in the bathroom and know that it's because of what you've done?" She sounded near her breaking point. I couldn't believe it. No one can break Sam McPherson, but what I've done, what Kelly has done, has damn near done it. "I thought you said my mom was a mother you never had."

I cringed inwardly, knowing how difficult it was for her to admit that. "It's complicated Sam." She gave me this helpless look of despair, and my voice broke a bit. "My mom came back"

"Brooke, my moms the one you sent a card to last mother's days. Your mom left, wha, how can you forgive that?" She sounds angrier then I am that Mom left me. As if it hurt her.

My walls cracked a bit, and then I opened up the gates. I had to make her understand. "I had to make a choice Sam, I could either hate her forever for what she did and turn her away and never know my own mother or I could try and understand why she left and concentrate on the future instead. And I could just try and get rid of some of this pain, and some of this anger, that has been building up in me for 8 years."

This shocked Sam into silence, and I saw that look of despair and sadness stain her face again. "What about our family? Just know one thing. If you threw away that piece of paper I gave you, it's just the same as if you threw away my mom and me." I shuddered. She was right. Oh my god, what have… am I doing? Sam was right all along. I'm a selfish bitch, out for her own good only.

Tears started to build as Jane walked in. I looked at her, saw the pain etched in her face, and yet I could see her own pain instantly erase upon seeing my in distress, concern pouring out freely. She really loved me. Really cared for me. And this is how I treated her.

How could anyone bare me?

"Brooke, honey, what's wrong?" My Mom stepped out, looking coolly and not even batting an eyelid at my state.
"Jane. I'm really sorry, I never meant to hurt you." I couldn't take it. The knowledge of what I'd done. I couldn't even deal with what I was doing to Jane. How could I ever deal with what I've done to Sam as well?

I grabbed my coat and made my escape as quick as I could, trying to regain control.

"And I'm moving with her." I waited for the fireworks from my declaration.

I was not disappointed, as he sat up straight. "No. No forget it Brooke."

"I know this is hard, but it is a way for both of us to win." I had to control myself. Make him see. Keep rational and not emotional.

"How do I win if my daughter leaves me and moves to San Francisco? What about me? What about how I raised you alone, what about how I…"

I cut him off before he could work up a good argument. "Daddy, if I leave and mom comes with me, you and Jane can work this out, I know it." I had to give them this chance. To find happiness. After all the pain I've inflicted, I had to let them heal it. Had to let Sam find her solace. "Daddy I realize that you two are the ones who are supposed to be together. I need to spend time with my mother. It has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me, because…" He stopped, barely in control. "You mean everything to me." He clutched his heart painfully, and I could see he was in a lot of pain over this. But he was already letting go a bit. I could see that he just wanted what's best for me. Or whatever I thought was best for me at least.

"You can't hold onto me forever, I look at my mother, where I come from, and I don't know her Daddy. And I think to know myself, that is a journey that I have to take." I turned and walked away. I needed to give him time to digest it. To understand and come to terms with it. He'd deal with it. He just needed time.

I hoped.

I had to admit that I hadn't come to the realization that the best way for this to work out was to move away on my own. My discussion with Josh earlier had really spoken to me, about needing to take the leap, give up to get something.

Well I was giving up a little piece of my happiness, here with Dad and Jane and Sam, to get to know my Mom and still let everyone else be happy. It seemed like the right price to pay. Like the right thing to do.

I guess Josh isn't as dumb as he thinks. It's just not the result he wanted..